Songs/
Tu B'Av
The mandrakes are sending out their fragrance

Megadim (Precious Things) / The Gevatron

The mandrakes are sending out their fragrance,

And all kinds of choice fruits are at our doors,

And all kinds of choice fruits are at our doors,

How nice

Nice and pleasant too

My darling is handsome like a gazelle

Or a young stag

 

The mandrakes are sending out their fragrance, all kinds of choice fruits are at our doors (Song of Songs 7:14)

Look at you! So handsome, so pleasing, my darling! (Song of Songs 1:16)

My darling is like a gazelle or young stag (Song of Songs 2:9)

 

Idan Raichel / You Are Beautiful

In my bed I sought for weeks

She whom my soul loves and found her not

I searched for it in all the town's streets

This untruth and found not.

The watchmen that go about the city found me:

but my love and I found it not

But I will not leave it until I will bring it into my city.

To my mother's house, to my room, to my bed

 

Behold, thou art fair, my love; thy lips are like a thread of scarlet.

Thy teeth are white like the light of the moon.

Who is that coming up from the wilderness from a far land,

traveling upon the wing of a large bird, arriving at my house?

 

In my bed I sought for weeks...

 

Behold, thou art fair, my love; thy lips are like a thread of scarlet...

 

Behold, thou art fair, my love; I'm stolen from your two eyes

that consume me like the fires of the flame.

Who is that coming up from the wilderness from a far land,

traveling upon the wing of a large bird, arriving at my house?

 

Night after night on my bed I looked for the man I love. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him.  I will get up now and go about the city; through its streets and squares; I will search for the one my heart loves. So I looked for him but did not find him... I took hold of him and would not let him go until I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the bedroom of the woman who conceived me...

Who is this, coming up from the desert like a column of smoke... Look at you, my love! How beautiful you are! Your lips are like a scarlet thread. (Song of Songs 3:4)

 

Shecharchoret (The Dark-Skinned Girl) / Moshe Elimelech, Esther Ofarim

The dark-skinned girl they call me


My skin was pale,

From the fire of the summer sun


I am dark

 

Dark girl, so very beautiful

In your eyes, a burning fire


My heart is all yours

 

The dark-skinned girl they call me


All the seafarers

If again they should call me, I will go with them again

 

The dark-skinned girl they call me, son of the ruling king

If again he should call me, I will follow him

 

I am dark tan but beautiful, you daughters of Yerushalayim, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Shlomo.  Don’t stare at me because I’m dark; it’s the sun that tanned me. (Song of Songs 1:5-6)

Dark Tan But Beautiful / Traditional, Shimi Tavori 

I am dark tan but beautiful

Like a rose among thorns

For I am sick with love

Refresh me with apples

 

I am tanned by the sun and beautiful

I look after the vineyards,

My darling whom I love

Is the fairest of young men.

 

I am dark tan...

 

As I sleep the voice of my beloved

calls: “Open the door, my sister,

For my heart longs for you

Come, oh come, my dove”.

 

I am dark tan... 

 

I am dark tan but beautiful, you daughters of Yerushalayim, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Shlomo.  Don’t stare at me because I’m dark; it’s the sun that tanned me. (Song of Songs 1:5-6)

Lovesick / Ika Zohar, Shirley Zafri 

Like a stream of water flowing through me

Like the heavens watching over me

The the warm wind on my back

Or the soul within me

 

Like a big light guiding me

Like a diamond shining just for me

Like butterflies in my stomach

I and he, he and I

 

Like an apple among the trees of the forest and among the boys

If he comes to my garden and eats from the fruit

Like an apple among the trees of the forest and among the boys

If he comes then tell him: I am lovesick

 

Like a drunken ray of the sun

Like a fire blazing on a frozen mountain peak

Like all the eternal happiness

I and he, he and I

 

Like an apple among the trees of the forest...

 

Like an apple tree among the other trees in the forest is my darling among the other men... Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples,  for I am sick with love. (Song of Songs 2:3)

 

To The Nut Orchard / Song of Songs, Shoshanna Damari 

I had gone down to the nut orchard

to see the fresh green plants in the valley,

To see if the vines have budded

or if the pomegranate trees are in bloom.

 

Come, my darling, let’s go out to the country

and spend the nights in the villages.

We’ll get up early and go to the vineyards

to see if the vines have budded

 

to see if their flowers have opened, or if the pomegranate trees are in bloom.

There I will give you my love


Come, my darling, let’s go out to the country and spend the nights in the villages. We’ll get up early and go to the vineyards.
to see if the vines have budded, to see if their flowers have opened, or if the pomegranate trees are in bloom. There I will give you my love. (Song of Songs 7:12-13)

 

No Amount Of Water / Chava Alberstein 

No amount of water

can quench love.

No amount of water

can quench love.

 

If love is fire

It cannot be extinguished.

If love is fire

It cannot be extinguished.

 

No breakwater

can stop love.

No breakwater

can stop love.

 

It devours and swallows all,

It is thirsty, it is hungry.

Dare not touch it, as it is unforgiving,

It wall swallow you.

 

Neither incantation nor remedies

can cure love.

Neither incantation nor remedies

can cure love.

 

If love scratches the heart,

it cannot be healed.

If love scratches the heart,

it cannot be healed.

 

Like thorns, it is sharp and barbed,

and perpetually burning.

Even if the pain is eased for good,

a scar will still remain.

 

No amount of water,

It cannot be extinguished.

No amount of water,

can quench love.

 

If love is fire

It cannot be extinguished.

If love is fire

It cannot be extinguished.

 

No amount of water can quench love, torrents cannot drown it. (Song of Songs 8:7)

 

Apple Fragrance And Scarlet Ruby / Yoram Taharlev, The Gevatron

Come back little bird, borne by the wind

In my garden the flowers have opened

The limor fragrance, the apple buds

The rain is gone and winter has passed.

 

Oh, who will bring you this letter

Who will carry you as a bride to my garden

I will build you a nest of linen on a tree top

apple fragrance scarlet ruby.

 

Come please delightful gazelle

The fields are dressed in clothes of dew

The sun has already reddened for us

our cups are filled with red wine.

 

Oh who will fly, glide through the sky

who will bring you the tidings of spring

who will carry you as a bride on wings

who will bring you back to my garden.

 

Please return, for winter is over

the summer has brought a new dawn

Come back to me, your nest little bird

Come back gazelle to the deer’s cradle.

  

We’ll get up early and go to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded (Song of Songs 7:13)

I’ll Give You The Night / Tzuf Philosof, Danni Bassan 

Who is this, coming up from the desert

Beautiful with delicate neck

Love burning in the blackness of her eyes

The blush of her cheek ruby red

Her posture like the son of a deer

Who is this coming up, the most beautiful in the gardens.

 

I shall lift my voice in song

And leap on the mountains

And anoint myself entirely in myrrh

We shall go to the orchards

And I will give you the night

And show you it’s worthwhile

To be with me tonight

The shepherd in the lilies.

 

Autumn is over now

You’ve had a wonderful summer

The buds can be seen and the grapevines are opening

The cracks in the rocks my dove

Are dancing to the sounds of my love

Because you are the one I long for.

 

I shall lift my voice in song

And leap on the mountains

And anoint myself entirely in myrrh

We shall go to the orchards

And I will give you the night

Tonight

And show you it’s worthwhile

To be with me tonight

The shepherd in the lilies.

 

"Who is this, coming up from the desert like a column of smoke:  perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, chosen from the merchant’s crushed spices? It is Shlomo’s litter, escorted by sixty valiant men,  chosen from Israel’s finest.  All of them wield the sword and are expert fighters; each one has his sword ready at his side to combat the terrors of night. (Song of Songs 3:6-8)

 

Stolen Song / Song of Songs, Meir Ariel 

Come back, come back, girl from Shulam!

Come back, come back to where we can see you!

 

Why are you looking at the girl from Shulam as if she were dancing for two army camps?

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, you daughter of princes!

The curves of your thighs are like a necklace made by a skilled craftsman.

 

Come back, come back, girl from Shulam!

Come back, come back to where we can see you!

 

Your navel is like a round goblet that never lacks spiced wine.

Your belly is a heap of wheat encircled by lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

 

Come back, come back, girl from Shulam!

Come back, come back to where we can see you!

 

Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like the pools in Heshbon

by the gate of Bat-Rabbim.

Your nose like a tower in the L’vanon overlooking Dammesek.

You hold your head like the Karmel, and the hair on your head is like purple cloth —

the king is held captive in its tresses.

 

Come back, come back, girl from Shulam!

Come back, come back to where we can see you!

 

How beautiful you are, my love, how charming, how delightful!

Your appearance is stately as a palm tree, with its fruit clusters your breasts.

I said, I will climb up into the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches.

May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, your breath

as fragrant as apples,

and your mouth like the finest wine. May the wine go straight to the man I love

and gently move the lips of those who are asleep.

 

Come back, come back, girl from Shulam!

Come back, come back to where we can see you!

 

And your mouth like the finest wine. May the wine go straight to the man I love and gently move the lips of those who are asleep. (Song of Songs 7:10)

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